When she finished I barely recognisedMrs Harris' reflection. The dramatic heavy makeup and new hairstylemade me look ten years younger. I thanked the ...irls for their work andminced out to my car for the drive home, when i would have to getdressed and wait for my husband to return from his week away at work.As I wiggled my way up my drive way to my new home, I spotted MrsHarris in my body, on my bicycle, cycling down the street. She wavedover and looked like she was laughing but I couldn't be. Marcella combed her beautiful, golden-red hair and nervously put it behind her ear. Her heart beating quickly with a mixture between morbid curiosity and outrage, she eyed the picture before her, not knowing what to think of it. Next, she enlarged the image and then looked at it again, starting by looking into Mary’s sweet, merciful eyes. Then, Marcella involuntarily began to admire the artist for having done such a good job in creating a resemblance with Our Lady of Medjugorje. However, pious. He could see her biting her lip. He moved his hand to hers, then placed her hand at the hem of her skirt. She took the lead and hitched her skirt up and rubbed her already wet pussy through her knickers. She tilted her head back, enjoying the sensation. Dan moved her hand again, this time placing it in his lap and replaced his hand on her wet panties. She rubbed his semi hard cock through his jeans, before fumbling with the zip. Gemma heard the zip and knew what was going on. She so wanted to. Then she smiled again, and started to remove her clothing slowly. Her gloves and coat were first discarded. His eyes were glued to her every move. She laughed inwardly, exalting in her power, as she grasped her shirt and began pulling it over her head. His smile grew strangely mischievous as the shirt rose up around her head. Then, as she was unsighted, he made his move. He released the rope which he had loosely twined about his wrists to disguise his recovered freedom, and in two strides was.